I've been thinking . . .

Yes, I know a dangerous thing. This was sort of set off from a comment made, but it's been simmering for a while.

I'm trying to figure out the things that really offend me. Not the stuff that annoys me or are pet peeves, but things that are truly unforgivably offensive. I know I said in a earlier post that there wasn't much that offended me, but I'm not sure that statement is true for every category. I think I'm going to start jotting down a list so I can separate the peeves from the offends.

Happy Birthday Tonya!

Happy Happy Birthday! (to you, to you)

She's the only person besides my parents who have known me my WHOLE life.
And I love her very much. Mucho. Mucho.

Mucho.

This is what we looked like 32 years ago. I'm the pretty one. *giggle*

Sometimes my brilliance astounds even me

I finally understand why San Francisco feels isolated.
Most of my friends (well, the people who have been with me since way back when) live on the east coast.
With the exception of NY, I've always been able to hop in the car and drive 3 hours in any direction and go hang out with someone I can have silent conversation with.
Which is why, never mind I don't want to get too sappy.
My mood probably has a lot to do with the fact that my birthday is coming up and once again the people that I would really like to hang out with on my birthday aren't anywhere in the vicinity.

Ponderings

How is it that a song can be so strongly connected to an event that the first few notes can transport you back to the moment?